Date: Mon, 07 Jul 2008 12:50:53 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO 65
"Oh man," Pare checked Urik, "He is." Pare looked at Urik's belly, "Yeah
kid, you did it. It could happen to any of us, caught up in the throes of
rough sex, rough belly button play...you just did what he wanted..."
Gior rose up and headbutted Pare in the outtie navel. He grabbed the knife
from Pare's hand and as Pare fell, Pare said, "You kidding, kid?"
Gior put the knife to his own stomach hole again, "NO! THIS TIME I DIE!"
As Pare turned and grabbed Gior's wrist, forcing him to drop the knife,
scratching his belly button innards a bit, another man came in. Thick
bodied, with long curly black hair and dark Hun skin, his 12 inch dick
straining against a loin cloth, Yveng came in, stomping with his brown
boots. He held a sword that was out as soon as he saw the dead son of
Attic, Urik. "Attic would like your presence in the...hey, what's going on?
Urik? Dead?"
"Yes," Gior sobbed out.
"Nothing for you to worry about." Pare said and dropped, rolled, and with
sword out came out of his roll bending toward Yveng. The sword struck deep
in Yveng's wide open belly button and went in.
"AHHHHH!" Yveng looked down and then up at Pare. Pare smirked and raised
his eyebrows. "Ohhh!" Yveng looked at his belly and then looked no where
in particular. "Murderers."
"No," Gior said, "Accident."
With hay on his back from the roll, Pare followed Yveng as the boy, a bit
bigger than Pare, began to fall to his knees. Pare held him up a bit and
churned the sword. Yveng jumped a bit, his shoulders shrugging
convulsively. "Uhhhhhhuh...ugggg." Gior could see this from the back of
Pare: Yveng going to his knees slowly and the sword filtering out of the
Hun back. Pare shoved slowly and the sword went out the Hun's muscled
back. Yveng's knees hit the ground. He dropped his sword and his hands
flopped uselessly, not sure whether they wanted to go to the belly, the
sword, or the ground. He leaned back a bit. Pare turned the sword around
and around a few more times, making Yveng jerk forward a bit and then back
again. His head fell toward the sword. Pare shoved the sword in some more
and up to the hilt. "Ohhhhhh....AHHHHHH!!!! HELPPPPPPP! OHHNNOPPPP!"
Pare pulled the sword out with a great laugh and watched as Yveng, now on
his knees, his legs fully under him, fell backward from the hips and as his
shoulder blades hovered over the ground beneath him, his feet under his
hips, Pare stood over him. Yveng looked up at Pare's outtie button and
smiled. "Burning ain't it?" Pare said. "You like it, hhhhuh?"
Yveng closed his eyes but his mouth told another story. He smiled but then
made an O with it, showing his pain and his trying to resist the pain.
"Well then, have a good time," Pare got closer over Yveng, between his
knees and with two hands, shoved his sword down into the hovering torso, a
scrunching sound giving him pleasure. He shoved and the sword went in and
he turned it some more. "Right in the button, AGAIN!!! AGAIN! Fuck yeah!
You thrall that, dontcha?!" Pare shoved until the sword popped out the
back again in a new area and kept it going until it landed between Yveng's
legs behind him. Yveng's body went down so that his back touched his
heels. His arms flooped around and his body shook. His dick paaloonged out
of his lion cloth, already wet with pre cum. Yveng held his balls back,
"Hey, man, you good at holding that back, ain't cha?"
Giro wanted to grab the fallen knife but he stared at it for a bit but
couldn't move as he watched what Pare was doing to Yveng and how
much...Yveng loved it.
"Fu...make it feel better...huh....uhuhuh!"
The thick 12 incher dick rubbed against Pare's sword and grew larger with
more pre cum and the two sides of the dick slit throbbed. Stiffened some
more to a great redness, belaying the dark skin. The balls grew. Pare had
the sword in vertically at a 90 degree angle. He moved it downward toward
himself, using only the hilt going down. The sword bent and the dick rubbed
and perlonged against it. Pare drew back a bit and then smiled and kicked
Yveng's feet out from under him. That was too much, for then Yveng, trying
to hold back, couldn't from the feeling of something against his dick any
longer and his movement of his legs outward. He shot a massive thick chunk
of a load. Hit Pare on the chest and belly, dripped from chest to belly,
from belly to dick area, groin. Pare was thick as he could be, his dick
dangling. He jumped up and twirled his whole body on the sword as through
grit teeth, Yveng grunted his last. Grabbing his thong down below his dick
and letting the band under his dick start, Pare circled Yveng's body, his
own feet off the ground and then he stopped in front of Yveng, who was
pinned to the sword but allowed his body leverage to rise and fall, rise
and fall, last grunting continued in one long grunt of death. Pare withdrew
and held his sword in the air victoriously. He shot a load all over the
dying Yveng's chest, covering thick peg nipples. He was sweating. Pare
looked at Gior,
Gior gasped as another boy was at the door. A Hun with dyed blond hair and
a thin body, a belly button shaped like an Orzo from in a soup bowl with
what looked like another belly button inside it---a sort of rounder ball
trying to push out of the first belly button...like a ball bearing. He wore
a skimpy loin cloth of red, just barely covering his dick and not covering
his hips or his legs and who knew what it covered in back. "Oh my gods! You
killed them! Killed! Murder! Murder!" The boy turned and ran even as Pare
tossed his sword at the kid and hit him low in the back. But the boy was
out of the door and running still.
The boy looked back as if he had gotten away clear and didn't realize he
was stuck through. Through the back and out his belly button. He ran and
yelled, "MURDER! MURDER! MURder! Der. Derrrrgggggnnnnnnn...nah...nah."
Having the attention of the entire square, the boy grabbed around his
middle and found the point sticking out of it. His dick lifted the loin
cloth and spat. He held the point flat with both palms but the squishing
sounds made him gasp. He felt the gasp come out of his belly and his
mouth. "One of Trio...killin' him...."
"Who?" One of the many warriors who had come out to his yelling.
"Killed Urik, the son of Attil. Trio and that boy lover of
Urik's....Gior..."
In the barn, Pare turned to Gior, "So what's it to be? You slay yourself
now? Or die now? Or we get away as Urik would have wanted? Decide right
now, cause we ain't got much time! I won't let you die from the others'
swords...only by your own hand, not even my own!"
Gior looked down at Urik while Yveng kicked his last. Pare kicked the body
as Yveng died. Gior took what was left of his own underwear and dripping
from a new cumming at Yveng's death, grabbed up the knife and Yveng's
fallen sword. "But you haven't any sword?"
"That's okay, one'll be along in a minute!" Pare said as a warrior ran in.
The warrior holding the boy threw him on his stomach and grabbed the sword
and pulled it out, kicked him over and jabbed it in, "Die quicker for your
loyalty. Don't suffer..."
"No, I wanna live longer and feel...."
"Too late, you die," the warrior smiled and jabbed and jabbed and once it
was in, he rubbed it all around the innards of the dyed blond Hun. "Now for
the ones in the barn..."
In the bedroom, Sole kissed Aoi's cheek when they heard the sounds of
warriors rousing to battle. Sole jumped up and Aoi's head hit the pillow
with a sigh. Sole looked out the open wooden window. "What's going on?"
"More trouble, of course, we've been up for over five minutes now," Aoi
rolled over.
Sole saw the barn and saw Pare in front, Gior extremely close behind
him. Pare nicked a warrior's bare chest and the warrior fell aside to be
replaced by another. And another. Pare kept them dying at a regular
pace. Sole grabbed the bed sheets and pulled, "I think I'll need these."
He pulled until Aoi rolled off them and onto the floor, feet first, like a
cat ready to pounce. "Check the door."
Attil had ordered many warriors to go up to the floor where Trio slept,
"Kill them."
Aoi opened the door and then closed it half way, putting a chair under the
latch. Sole turned as he tied the bed sheets, "What'd you do that for? Why
not shut it the whole way."
Aoi took out two knives and cut into a warrior's belly who was at the door,
and then another and another, "Wha? And deprive me of all this fun?"
Bellies of every type came to the door and Aoi had fun butchering, poking,
impaling, and slicing them all. Buttons were cut in half, dug through, and
gouged out.
"I'm taking it we can't get out that way?" Sole made some knots.
"Naw, not yet," Aoi made some knot belly buttons get untangled by knifing
them. Big guy.
"OAFFF!"
"Don't call yourself names," Aoi laughed as he used his lower palm to move
the body out of the way to pile up near the side of the door inside the
bedroom. "On second thought, maybe you were an oaf." A slender kid that
Aoi fancied came to the door with his sword, "Oh damn. You're too hot to
rot!" Aoi stabbed him anyway with both knives, first one, then the other,
then both.
"OHHHH! My looks usually captivate anyone..."
"They have but, well, belly button stabbing captivates me more! MORE!" Aoi
shoved the kid inside to land on the bigger one, both groaning and kicking
now. More and more came to the door. "Hey, Sole," Aoi said as he cut out
intestines and button beginnings, "By the time you're done with that
makeshift rope, I'll have cleared the way..."
Sole turned to him from the window, "You might be right, besides, they have
arrow guys now..." An arrow sailed inside. Sole grabbed it and tossed it
at another body at the door.
"Hey, he was mine!" Aoi laughed as the tall, very tall, slender redhead
fell, shock in his eyes. His button arrowed into his guts. He jerked up
with the arrow and moved inside. The guy behind him saw the arrow out his
lower back but now he was seeing Aoi's knife in his gut hole. Partly. "You
feel cheated?" Aoi shoved it in more fully. The guy gasped and fell, his
long black hair in tied knots flying about. A pile jerked to death in the
bedroom.
Sole looked out, "Hey, not nice!" He turned back to Aoi, "Why are they
trying to kill us?"
"Because no one has in a day or two?" Aoi stabbed.
Sole ducked as another arrow flew in. He bent down by the bed and reached
under it, "Now where is that thing?" The sound of dying groans filled the
air as Aoi killed more and more warriors who were foolish enough to
enter. Sole, in reaching under the bed, kicked a dying warrior by mistake,
"Opps, sorry."
"It's allright," the warrior groaned, "Dying anyway." He kicked off.
Sole stood and shrugged on the way, "Well, no, what'm'I sayin, I'm not
sorry."
He had found Gior's discarded bow and arrow and picked up the fallen
arrow. He fired it out the window. Then he looked out and saw a guy with an
arrow falling over another guy behind him, both hitting a small pile of
wood they were using to build a new stockade against one of the brick inner
walls. "Got him!" Sole made a fist. The guy groaned and stretched back,
his back against the other guy who struggled to get out. "Hey, I've got an
idea," Sole took the bed roll he was making a rope out of. "Oh," Sole found
the guy with the arrow under some other bodies, "So, so, sorry, but I...I
ah, need this," he tore the arrow out and the body jerked some but that guy
was dead so Sole figured it to be another dying body under him or on top, a
newly belly button stabbed warrior Aoi just flung onto the pile.
"Hey Sole!" Aoi turned for a second, "By the time you finish with that way
out, I'll have cleared this way out!"
Sole frowned but then yelled and pointed with the bow and arrow, "Aoi!
Watch...!"
A warrior barged in and rammed his head into Aoi's chest, throwing him
down onto the bed. Sole tried to aim the arrow but more warriors poured in
so he shot the first one, the bed roll going with it. The bedroll flung
across the warrior on the bed, who was over Aoi with his sword ready to
plunge into Aoi. Aoi reached up quickly with one hand, leveling himself on
the bed with the other. The warrior had one knife stuck in his button. Aoi
twisted and quickly let loose and then jabbed with the other. The warrior
fell and Aoi rolled off the bed. "Sole!"
"Give me that back, damn it!" Sole yelled as a warrior with a spear came
in and aimed at him with the spear. Sole pulled his bed roll, with the
arrow, back to himself. He smiled, unaware or uncaring about the danger
facing him for he knew who would save him...
Aoi jumped up and somersaulted, catching the spear in both hands and
turning back whirling his whole flexible body to land in front of the
astonished spear man who gaped. Aoi shook his head, tilted it one way and
made into the warrior's belly with the spear, shoving with both hands. He
jabbed in and drove the warrior into the warrior behind him and speared
that one in his WIDE WIDE navel. He did this and speared at least two
others behind them before letting go and the whole group of speared men
fell down the steps, flooring more behind them. "All clear?" Aoi poked his
head out and saw Attil down there, "Hey host guy, what's up? Whatcha doin?"
Attil didn't answer he just moved off. "Men! To here! To arms here!"
"What the fuck?" Aoi stepped over and onto dead and dying moaning
bodies. "Sole, c'mon this way."
"I wanna go out the window," Sole said like a petulant baby.
"Seems to be your normal mode of travel these days," Aoi smiled. "Pity
about losing that spear though." He picked up his sword on the floor, "Oh,
excuse me," he said as his arm and hand hit some fleshy bodies, a sweaty
back, and someone's ass cheek. "Oh, okay, let's do it then, you big baby."
"Brilliant," Sole said and turned, "Get on." Aoi put his arms around
Sole's back and clung his chest and stomach close to Sole's back, sweat
between them.
"You smell so good in the morning," Aoi sniffed, "Especially over belly
stabbed studs."
"HANG ON!" Sole yelled as he shot the arrow into another youth below, "Hun
holding us!" They slid down, Sole going first and Aoi holding onto his
back, his legs around Sole's. The guy with the arrow in him tried to stop
them by taking it out but his death agony with the arrow stuck in him, was
too much for him. He fell to his back, over a log.
Gior peered out from behind Pare, who stood his ground, killing warrior
after warrior, sometimes two and three at a time, a knife in one hand and a
sword in the other. Gior saw Sole and Aoi, almost as one being, airborne,
"Pare! It's Sole and Aoi! They're flying!"
Pare stabbed one guy and then another with his sword, in and out, in and
out. Then he waved his knife at another who raised his long thick sword
over him, belly outstretched, "Busy right now, kid!"
"But they can't survive that!"
"We've got our own problems! They can take care of each other!" Pare
tripped a young Hun and kneed another, stabbed another right through his
stomach and out his muscled back, and knifed a fourth.
Another warrior flung his sword at the bed roll and cut it, plunging Aoi
and Sole downward.
They were far enough to land safely though. If right in the middle of a
horde of Hun warriors of all ages was safely. Aoi made with his knives. He
ducked under two warriors who had big, BIG swords and he rolled under
another. He stabbed that one in the back and when the other two turned to
face him, they saw their comrade falling before them. Aoi was behind him,
at full height, not bigger than they but tense in every muscle, smiling
like a madman, and veins popping on his arms. Sweat all over. Hair wet. He
came right at them before they could move their swords and he jabbed his
knives into each one respectively. He yelled a violent victory yell. Other
warriors saw this and moved off.
Sole had the arrow casing and bow on his shoulder but he had his spear over
his other shoulder. "No time to get my weapons so I think..." Sole grabbed
a VERY BIG Hun and rammed his whole body into the Hun, gripping the guy's
arm and shoulder into his own shoulder bone. The guy's face hit hard and he
fell. As he did, Sole unsheathed the guy's own BIG, VERY BIG sword and
wielded it just in time to slice, stab, and wound about five Huns coming at
him. All fell away. He moved out at some more but they backed off. "What I
want is the guy who threw his sword at the bed roll. MY BEDROLL!"
"I am he, fair haired one!"
Sole snarled and rammed at him with the sword. The guy stepped away and
Sole ran past, spearing his sword into the belly of an unsuspecting youth
who was on his first day of warrior-ship. "My first day! No!"
Sole winced, "Sorry. Bad timing...for you. DIE fast then." He pulled the
sword out and flung around his whole body, even before the youth slumped
down. The youth saw him turn and grab the guy's arm who shot the bed roll
with his sword. Sole pulled him with his sword less hand and at
himself. With his sword hand he held it out. The guy's belly met sword and
with predictable results. Satisfied that the guy wasn't a threat any
longer, Sole stabbed the sword in harder and harder and churned it before
quickly removing it. The guy stood there for a bit, unsure as to what
happened. Then the biting pain of burning death filled his belly hole and
he went wide eyed and gripped the air, dropping his own sword. Sole
shrugged, "You messed my sheets." The guy grinned a death grin and fell
forward. Sole stepped on his back in moving toward Aoi, who downed about
ten more warriors. They found more space around them as warriors backed
off.
Attil was in the open area now, "What are you waiting for, you cowards!
Kill them! All four of them!"
One warrior reported, "Attil, they say they heard Morkus say that your son
is dead. Slain by the smallest of them."
"My son!??! Dead!" Attil yelled, "So, you are treacherous!"
Gior yelled, "They didn't do it! I did! Kill me!"
Attil pulled his sword out, "YOU! Of course! You who defiled my son so
often! I shall kill you!"
Pare yelled, "Over my dead body!"
"Arranged!" Attil pointed his sword at Pare, "Men at him!"
No one moved. Pare unstuck his last warrior as others moved off. He
laughed, "Ha! Some Huns you guys are. No wonder you needed us to save your
son out of that Scavenger castle. None of you buffoon cowards could do it,
could ya?" Aoi and Sole moved slowly to Pare and Gior, standing close.
Sole nodded, "Look, Attil, we don't have any beef with you. All we wanna do
is get outta here."
"Over MY dead body!" Attil yelled. "Get them!" No one moved. "Some
warriors is right."
Unseen, three warriors, arrow boys, found their bows and shot three VERY
LONG arrows at Aoi, Sole, and Pare!!!!!! The arrows rushed threw the air
with a screeching, monstrous sound, heading right at the Trio's navels!!!!
To be continued....